Shapeshifting Soul Paige Zezulka I feel like I am an ever so freely flowing river. Shaping and polishing stones, the land, and its creatures as I glide swiftly by. In sync with the formations that surround me, that carve me into all that I am. I am for eternity an unfinished work of art, a clay mold on a spinner, a canvas whom the artist continues to add strokes to, a fine-lined sketch from a pencil. All creating a hidden masterpiece underneath the surface. Is the masterpiece the finished project? Or is it the details, the strokes, the fine-tuning in between that shine the most glory?
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